(My sister, about 14 at the time and with a formidable vocabulary, is testing out one of my mom’s recipes. My mom and I play are playing a game in the other room.)

Sister: *calling from the kitchen* “Hey, Mom! What’s a zero-blong pan?”

Mom: “A what?”

Sister: “A zero-blong pan. That’s what you wrote down on the recipe card. I need to put the ingredients in a zero-blong pan and bake it in the oven.”

(Mom and I look at each other for a minute, then it hits both of us at the same time.)

Mom: “Do you mean an oblong pan?”

Sister: “…Oblong?”

Me: “Yeah, the rectangle one with the rounded edges?”

Sister: “I thought it was a zero.”

(To this day, when she’s baking we’ll ask her if she needs a zero-blong pan.)